The Bad Influence
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The Bad Influence

Heaven Is Permanently Closed

Poetry

I reached Heaven and met a little girl.
She was not happy to see me.
Was I supposed to be here,
or was I meant to be downstairs?
I did not want to go down there.
I knelt close to ask her,
but before the question could slip from my lips,
I felt something walk past me.
I turned to look.
The angels were leaving.
One by one, they flashed into a glowing, warm light,
and they fell over the edge, disappearing…

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